Rewind.
I hit the rewind button on the old VHS tape that contains my memories, causing the past to scream across my closed lids.
Past the nightmare where Enzo Fontana goads me, threatening my family, wanting all the secrets of my MC that I refuse to give him.
Past the evil laughter that reaches me even in the sweat-soaked, pain-filled oblivion of near-death sleep.
Past the blast I thought would end me, the searing pain of the heat that...